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Chapter 280 Worship
Wang Ping'an stayed in the Demon Palace until 7:50, and took a look at Peter who was still fighting the Iron-Blooded Demon King. He was really good at fighting.

It was less than five o'clock when he came here. He had been fighting for three hours, and the last bit of blood had not been exhausted.

Wang Ping'an has watched the Iron-Blooded Demon fly seven or eight times, and he knows that the Iron-Blooded Demon, like Master Woma, will continue to use skills after his health recovers and he falls down.

Fortunately, he could restrain the BOSS's blood regeneration, otherwise he would also be annoyed.

Seeing Wang Ping'an looking here, the current Iron-Blooded Demon King only had about 3% of his health. Peter's heart suddenly wondered, should he come to snatch it now?

Wang Ping'an had no intention of grabbing the BOSS, so he directly used the station return scroll to return to the noble station.

Peter really didn't expect that the other party would return to the city, so he definitely wouldn't have enough time to run over. Only now did he completely relax.

If the man hadn't been watching me here just now, he should have killed the Iron-Blooded Demon King.

He really didn't expect the Iron-Blooded Demon King to be so powerful. This time his blood speed was almost endless, but luckily he was about to win it.

After fighting for nearly twenty hours, he could hardly hold on any longer.

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His invisibility ring came out too late, otherwise he would have had good equipment, but now that he has this ring, his equipment should be able to catch up with top players very quickly. By then, killing bosses will not be as difficult as it is now. slow.

Placing the knife head in front of the tombstone, Wang Pingan lit candles and incense, placed the wine glass in front of the tombstone, and poured a glass of each type of wine.

It's just that he is a little confused now as to why the other party has been using the magic eyes here for several hours.
"Could the magic eye come out with something good..." In the past few hours, he had been paying attention to the other party, but nothing seemed to come out of it.

It was also when Marfa equipment came out later that the people in their line went back and killed all the difficult bosses, otherwise some bosses would still be alive now.

Wang Ping'an took out the things he bought from the basket one by one. The basket contained scented wax paper money, a knife head (a piece of cooked meat with pig tail), a bottle of bulk wine, and a bottle of Feitian Moutai.

Wang Ping'an didn't come back during the Qingming Festival, mainly because he didn't want to meet his relatives. Now that the Qingming Festival is over, few people come to burn paper, so naturally they won't meet them.

"It seems that I need to find time one day to shoot these magic eyes and see what secrets there are." Peter secretly decided in his heart that if the opponent has such good equipment to kill the magic eyes, there must be some unknown secret.

Thinking that before their European route opened in the New World, they hadn't taken down the Iron-Blooded Demon King in the Demon Palace, so they knew how difficult it was here, and now he could actually kill the Iron-Blooded Demon King alone.

"I'm sorry, parents, I haven't come to see you for so many years..."

The main reason is that the opponent's behavior is too strange. He ran to this map instead of grabbing the BOSS. Instead, he went to fight the magic eye, and then returned directly to the city a few hours later.

Wang Ping'an stood in front of two tombstones. These were his parents. They were leaving Tianfu Province soon. He came back to pay homage to them.

"Mom and Dad, this is the sorghum wine you usually drink. I didn't expect that after so many years, that wine shop has not closed yet... This is the Maotai wine that you have been thinking about for a long time. You always said that you must buy a bottle when you have money. Come and drink, I brought it to you today, try what it tastes like, what is the difference between it and sorghum wine..."

But the equipment of the man just now was really good. He was so envious that Gil was purple. Just that equipment could not be obtained without hundreds of millions. The main reason was that the three real special rings were too valuable.

As Wang Ping'an spoke, his tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Don't be angry down there. It's not worth it for those people. Besides, I'm living a good life now. I'll just pretend I don't have those relatives..."

Wang Ping'an stayed here for a long time, and seemed to have endless things to say. By the end of the story, he was already crying. He really had too many grievances to talk about in the years before him. But how could anyone listen to his nagging? He could only endure it silently when he dreamed about it at midnight, and now he spoke out.

After it got dark, Wang Ping'an got up and left, coming to the outside of the village to look at his former home.

It was newly built after the earthquake. After so many years, although it has some signs of weathering, it is still standing there well.

He had no intention of going back today. If people in the village saw him going back, they would definitely notify his relatives. He didn't want to see them.

After standing for a while, Wang Pingan returned to the city.

At this time, Lao Jia's voice came from the earphones: "Lao Wang, don't be sad, we will live a good life in the future, let them envy us!"

Wang Ping'an: "I was sad enough before, but I can't hold it back today. Don't worry, I'm fine now. After all, it's been so many years."

Back at the hotel, Wang Ping'an took out his laptop, connected it to the hotel's network, and then took out the thinking linker from his bag and connected it to the computer.

When he leaves here, he must take the thought linker with him. He just bought the laptop today and it is used to transmit data.

And with this, he can still take the time to transfer data even when he is filming a movie.

Wang Ping'an put on the thought linker and started transmitting the quantum optical brain he got yesterday.

He found that since he drank the genetic potion, his concentration was much higher than before. A copy of Lao Jia's code could be transmitted in up to three hours.

This quantum optical brain should have more information than a code. When he transferred it, he always kept recalling the information of the quantum optical brain.

I'm a bit pressed for time today. If I'm distracted again, he might get into the game.

Once the transfer was disconnected, he would have to wait until tomorrow to transfer all the information.

It's past eight o'clock now. If you don't concentrate, you may end up with a little bit of tail left, which would be too uncomfortable.

Lao Jia looked at the transmitted information and was a little overjoyed. Isn't this exactly the technology he needs?

With this quantum optical brain, he should be able to exert 60 to 70% of his strength.

He didn't know why this was happening. Even an information processor of this level couldn't fully utilize his strength.

Do we still need a higher-tech information processor? But this quantum optical brain is already very complete, and it won't improve its performance much if it continues to deduce it.

"Why is this?" Lao Jiabai was puzzled. Could he really be so powerful that he couldn't even match the quantum optical brain?

"Where did Lao Wang find these technologies..."

He only knew that Lao Wang would go to a very special place between one and twelve o'clock every day. It should be a place that could accommodate consciousness, but where exactly it was, Lao Wang did not tell him, and he had no plans to go. ask.

(End of this chapter)